“What shall we do now?” he rasped out with a wry grin. I must admit you have taken me beyond the bounds of everything I ever thought to experience with a woman and not yet consummated the act.”
Ruby could no longer fight her attraction to this devastating male. She smiled her surrender and put both hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer. The time for resistance had passed.
Chapter Eighteen
“I want you inside me,” Ruby admitted huskily. “More than anything else, I want… oh—”
“Here?”
“Please.”
“Like this?”
“Oh, my goodness!”
Whispering softly, Thork moved over her, spread her thighs and bent her knees. With sweet gentleness, he placed himself at the door of her womanhood and slowly tried to breach the lock that should not be there. A gush of wetness seeped from Ruby, and Thork groaned, easing in the tip of his hardness. Ruby’s body spasmed and welcomed him in an orgasmic clasp. She turned her face away in embarrassment over her body’s premature, raging reaction to such a small touch.
Thork took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. He gazed at her in wonder as the little aftershocks inside her body clutched at him still. Then, while his eyes were still locked with hers, he moved slightly. Her body stretched to accommodate him until he finally gave one last lunge, causing only a pinch of pain.
“Oh, sweet Freya!” he gasped and closed his eyes momentarily to savor the intense pleasure.
Ruby’s inner body grasped him in a welcome caress as his velvet width swelled and filled her so tightly she couldn’t ever remember such an exquisite sensation.
“Do… not… dare… move!” Thork warned. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth formed a thin, white line of tension. Still imbedded in her, Thork finally opened his eyes and held hers intensely, waiting for her readiness to accept his strokes. He brushed her eyes, her ears, the edges of her mouth with feathery kisses.
Ruby felt her center of pleasure begin to swell and throb. She took his finger and placed it there, even as they were still joined. Nodding his understanding, he stroked her there, then spread her folds so her swollen bud would abrade his crisp hairs as he rocked from side to side.
Whispering hoarsely, Thork told her in disjointed, soul-wrenched phrases what she did that pleased him. He asked seductively if this or that intimate touch was to her taste until she could not speak, only moan. Relentlessly, he continued his ministrations until the bud grew and ached, until the inner muscles of Ruby’s body convulsed wildly around his shaft in a paroxysm of splintering, exploding little orgasms.
Only then did Thork arch his body over her, arms straight, head thrown back. He began with long, slow strokes that caused her bottom to rise off the bed. She thrashed from side to side in sweet torment.
“Nay, sweetling, lie still. Let me set the rhythm.”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, he rode her slowly, tortuously, at first, with exceedingly long strokes that took him almost outside her body. By the time he drove her hard and fast, he’d pushed her to the other side of the bed and almost over the side.
When he almost reached his peak, Thork spread her legs even wider so that each time he pounded into her he’d hit her nub of pleasure. Ruby was a keening, convulsing spasm of nerve endings before he finally arched hard, then pulled out of her body and came heaving onto her stomach as wave after wave of pleasure shook him.
They lay that way for a long time, gasping breathlessly as their bodies slowly eased back to normal. Then Thork moved off her and up to the pillows where he lay back, with Ruby in the crook of his arms. Gently, he wiped his seed off her skin with the edge of the bed linen. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered tenderly, “We are well-matched, heartling. Do you not agree?”
“Heartling. I like that.”
She rubbed her cheek catlike against his chest and fell fast asleep. But Thork did not let her sleep much that night. He awakened her sleep-warm body soon after, whispering words of ideas he had for testing how well they matched. At one point, he teased, ” ‘Tis good you keep your body fit with that jogging exercise of yours for you are well able to keep up with me.”